Nininaou
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18-05-08
00:58
She is smiling like heaven is down on earth
Sun is shining so bright on her
And all her wishes have finally come true
And her heart is weeping.
This happiness is killing her.
She'll be right here in my arms
So in Love
She'll be right here in these arms
She can't let go...
Sun is shining so bright on her
And all her wishes have finally come true
And her heart is weeping.
This happiness is killing her.
She'll be right here in my arms
So in Love
She'll be right here in these arms
She can't let go...
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Nininaou
Διάσημο μέλος
Η Ρηνούλα αυτή τη στιγμή δεν είναι συνδεδεμένη. Είναι 32 ετών και μας γράφει απο Πειραιάς (Αττική). Έχει γράψει 2,455 μηνύματα.
18-05-08
00:48
Don't you cry tonight
I still love you baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight...
I still love you baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight...
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Nininaou
Διάσημο μέλος
Η Ρηνούλα αυτή τη στιγμή δεν είναι συνδεδεμένη. Είναι 32 ετών και μας γράφει απο Πειραιάς (Αττική). Έχει γράψει 2,455 μηνύματα.
19-02-08
20:06
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again till the fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon
Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils
Fight to claim them for their own...
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again till the fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon
Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils
Fight to claim them for their own...
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